Silently I am walking on hollowed ground Am I walking? I seem to fly Birds all around me whispering, gazing
Everynow and then A flower on the way Slowly getting pale, Slowly recovering Beasts crawling, sneaking Silently weeping But I don`t seem to notice
Suddenly a voice or two I turn around and hardly can believe In what I hear, in what I see (The Nightingale talks to noone) To a stone, To a beast turning Red and green and blue
Blue as I used to be, Till I found you It`s the Chameleon never responding Silently nodding, But never spending a tune
"I`m alive" says the bird, "I`m alive in here", The Chameleon smiles It`s fate is it`s youth, Never loved before, never shared a tear never let someone in
As deeply as you did with me It`s the Chameleon never responding Silently nodding, But never spending a tune
Darkness fills the air and I realize I do not fly anymore No Chameleon, no Nightingale, No voice
Over there the riverbed, a bridge On the other side I see flowers
Is it worth a try or will I drown? What better way to die in search of life? As I step on, a Crush I drown, I die Happy though... Happy not to have Let a thing in life untried A last view to The Chameleon never responding Silently nodding, But never spending a tune
(I'm alive, I'm alive in here I'm alive, I'm alive in here)